You know, my temperature's risin'
and the jukebox blows a fuse.
My heart's beatin' rhythm
and my soul keeps on singin' the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tchaikowsky the news.
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I'm rollin' arthritis
sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven, we're rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it,
go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
a trifle further and reel and rock it,
roll it over,
Roll Over Beethoven, we're rockin' in two by two.
Early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you the warning
don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I'm a-playin' my fiddle
ain't got nothin' to lose.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.
You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
dance like a spinnin' top.
She got a crazy partner,
oughta see 'em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.
